 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 - Страниц: 446
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to...; he feels what he remembers to have felt before, hut he feels it with great increase of sensibility ; he recognizes a familiar image, but meets it again... | |
 | 1824 - Страниц: 348
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, a»d let me hear thy voice — Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Horror. HARK ! — the death-denouncing trumpet sounds The fatal charge, and shouts proclaim the onset.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - Страниц: 520
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. i He who reads these lines enjoys, for a moment, the powers of a poet ; he feels what he remembers... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - Страниц: 524
...to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me,-and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys, foi\a moment, the powers of a poet ; he (bels what he remembers to have felt before, but he feels it... | |
 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - Страниц: 556
...And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand and let me hear thy voice.; Nay, quickly speak to...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Another year revolved, and Congreve prepared a new comedy — ' The Way of the World :' it was damned... | |
 | George Lewis Smyth - 1826 - Страниц: 1042
...monumental caves of death look cold, / And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak 'to...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. Another year revolved, and Congreve prepared a new comedy — ' The Way of the World:' it was damned... | |
 | 1822 - Страниц: 608
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice : Nay, quickly speak to...Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes." " Si sic omntii" this tragedy would stand on a lofty pedestal of fame indeed, and fully equal the most... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1826 - Страниц: 446
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own afl'rights me with its echoes. He who reads these lines enjoys for a moment the powers of a poet ;... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - Страниц: 926
...monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Oive me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me,...Thy voice — my own affrights me -with its echoes. Lean. Let us return : the horror of this place. And silence, will increase your melancholy. Aim. Il... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 560
...tombs Anil monumental caves of death look com, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart ! 194 105 Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice— my own affrights me with its echoes.'5 The Mausoleum at Castle Howard, however, has nothing about it of a very gloomy cast. The... | |
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And shoot a chilness to my .trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes. 
